On the barren dry mountain high in the sky, a lot of people have gathered at this time, faintly forming a large circle to enclose the entire mountain, the head of the team, Yan Wuxi, holding a Mo knife, a golden flame overflowing, the momentum is shocking, everyone is difficult to resist this coercion, Qi Qi retreated hundreds of zhang, a Yan Wuxian floated on the dry mountain like a sun. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It's time to end!" Yan Wuxi said in his heart, and the Mo knife in his hand slashed out, and a brilliant huge golden-red sword blade fell rapidly in the sky with a roaring sound, this knife was enough to cut the entire mountain in half.

"Good!" A burst of cheers rang out through the hall of the Celestial Eye Spirit Wind Legion's headquarters.

"The Heavenly Spirit Sect will add another True Emperor-level Tianjiao, Brother Luo, congratulations!" Jinghai Emperor Pu Yuze chuckled and congratulated Luo Tianchuan, the first commander of the Heavenly Spirit Sect.

"Brother Puyu, you're polite!" Luo Tianchuan was polite, but the pride in his heart couldn't be hidden, I saw him inadvertently glance at Feng Huang Feng Xuanlang, although this action was secret, but there were no human spirits present, and they all showed a mysterious smile.

"Childish!" Feng Xuanlang's expression was Gujing Wubo, but he was extremely disdainful of Luo Tianchuan's small actions in his heart, and when the little junior sister was out of the customs, who could be the opponent among the puppet emperors, Yan Wuxi would not be able to.

Feng Xuanlang has absolute self-confidence, not only who is not so confident in his entire Divine Wind Dao, the Wind Spirit Body is destined to compete for the title of Spirit Emperor, and he can't help but have a trace of heat flashing in Feng Xuanlang's eyes.

For Yan Wuxi's knife style is not expressed for the time being, only to see the scorching knife falling from the sky and walking through the space along the way there is a feeling of melting, this knife fell a hundred zhang in mid-air and left two traces of a hundred zhang and a half melting like grease, under the hot eyes of everyone, the knife finally fell into the mountain, suddenly, the majestic mountain was divided into two from the top of the mountain, the rolling magma slowly flowed down the mountain, the whole dry mountain was like a huge candle that was lit, and the mountain was slowly melting under a little candlelight.

"A thousand soldiers are endless!" Just when the sword light melted more than two-thirds of the mountain, a low drink, the remaining mountain exploded, countless air currents rushed to the sky, rolled up the sky, and the magma swept back, and countless spirit soldiers loomed in the magma, and under the erosion of the monstrous evil qi, the magma quickly cooled and petrified, and countless spirit soldier phantoms turned into a big river and slammed towards the sword.

Rumble...... Rumble!

A thunderclap suddenly exploded between heaven and earth, and the entire dry mountain completely shattered, and the rubble and magma exploded in all directions in a huge impact, as if it were a natural disaster.

"Finally willing to come out!" The flames around him burned out the flying gravel magma, and Yan looked indifferently at the looming figure in the smoke below, with murderous intent in his eyes.

"It's really stalking, it's endless!" Wu Huan's soul swept in all directions, looking at the battle in front of him, he suddenly secretly exclaimed, fortunately, he had just completed the rush not long ago, otherwise he could really only run.

The thick smoke dissipated to reveal the figure of Wuhuan below, the dark golden armor felt more and more hideous after countless battles, the monstrous aura that swirled around his side and the silver-gray aura with dark red flames gave people a feeling of fear.

Speaking of which, many of the true emperor-level masters present have seen Wu Huan, more than a hundred years ago, Lei Yu fought with the clouds in front of the military camp and thunder Jingyu fought against the thunder emperor to stop Wu Huan, and the edge of the bloody battlefield soldiers fought alone against the Ten Directions Wind Emperor and tried to kill Wu Huan, and at that time, all the army commanders present had actually seen Wu Huan.

"To be able to come to this point in a hundred years, we can be worthy of a generation of Tianjiao!" a group of true emperor masters secretly praised in their hearts.

"Why, don't run away!" Yan Wuxi looked at Wuhuan with a kind of overlooking gaze, trying to pour Wuhuan first in terms of momentum.

"It's not good to be a low-headed clan!" Wu Huan sneered, and the whole person flew into the sky, flying to an equal position with Yan Wuxi, and looked at each other coldly.

"You surprised me!" When did you first see Wu Huan, Yan Wuxi is a little unclear, but it will definitely not be more than half a year, from the beginning when the other party couldn't even take his full strength, to the point where he is faintly able to compete, there is no doubt that Wu Huan's progress is huge.

"Yes, you're as I expected!" Wu Huan disagreed, Yan Wuxi was strong, but his arrogance engraved in his bones really made Wu Huan not respectful, the knife is like it, everyone is like its knife, Yan Wuxi's knife is domineering and xenophobic, not like Cang Yuan's fist can be inclusive of everything, this is not to say that Cang Yuan is stronger than Yan Wuxi, this is just two personalities, and it has nothing to do with cultivation.

"Without further ado, they won't make a move, you're mine!" Yan Wuxi's knife pointed at Wuhuan, and his whole person was completely shrouded in a layer of golden flames.

"Cut, it's good not to be so ambiguous, I'm not interested in you!" Wuhuan couldn't help but roll his eyes, brother's sexual orientation is normal, you will be misunderstood!

The seventh war between Wuhuan and Yan Wuxi began, the golden dazzling light shines on the heavens and the earth, and one after another swords break through the sky, connecting into a golden sea of fire, covering the sky like a golden sea of fire, completely enveloping Wuhuan in it, Wuhuan is like a small boat in the stormy waves, swimming in the sea of fire, facing the wind and fighting waves, it seems that it will be capsized at any time, but it is still completely long wind and waves.

While!

There was a shocking bang, and the fierce wave of qi directly discharged the flames around him, and Wu Huan's punch and Yan Wuxi's knife collided violently, and a violent shock wave suddenly exploded.

"Kill!" Yan Wuxi barely paused, his hand flipped under the knife, and a monstrous sea of fire swept directly from under the knife.

"Breaking the Wind Slash!" The incomparable edge penetrated the right palm, and the endless wind burst out from under the palm, and the right palm raised high and the incomparable edge appeared, and a palm was like a knife splitting the entire flame of Yan in the air.

"This Wuhuan has the combat power to approach the peak of the puppet emperor!" A group of true emperors who watched the battle from afar all had a good vision, and at this time, Wu Huan's combat power was indeed approaching the peak of the puppet emperor.

Wu Huan broke through the sea of fire, only to see that Yan Wuxi had withdrawn from Baizhang Kai at some point, and at this time, the horizontal knife stroked the blade with two fingers in front of him, and shouted in a low voice: "The spirit knife is famous, flowing fire!" In the whispering murmur, the ruby blade suddenly burst out with a dazzling red light, and the sound of the smart knife echoed in everyone's ears.

"Unsealed?" Wu Huan is a refiner, and he has fought with Yan Wuxi many times, so he naturally feels that the Mo knife in Yan Wuxi's hand is extraordinary, but at this time, he still underestimates this knife, in addition to increasing the user's combat power, the real high-level spirit soldiers are actually soulful, and release their own power under the resonance of the user's mind, this is not as simple as one plus one, but on the basis of the user's own amplification, several times and dozens of times.

"That is the Flowing Fire Knife that Master Lingmu forged a hundred years ago and claims to be the most satisfying in his history?"

"That's right, it's this knife!" Feng Xuanlang nodded.

"Good knife!" The power exuded by the flowing fire knife that was completely unsealed by Yan Wuxi at this time made a group of true emperor-level masters look sideways, you must know that in this era of rare purple-level materials, many great powers mostly use blue-level masterpieces or half-step purple-level spirit weapons, Yan Wuxi, a pseudo-emperor, has a blue-level spirit soldier in his body, and how many of the true emperors present use it or a blue-level spirit soldier, it is impossible not to envy.

"Wu Huan, you are proud enough to die under the Flowing Fire Knife!" Yan Wuxi, who had unlocked all the power of the Flowing Fire Knife, had been shrouded in a sea of fire that had been continuously spewing out from the knife at this time, and for a while, a sea of fire swept the entire sky, and the scorching high temperature and terrifying knife intent forced everyone around to retreat hundreds of zhang again, and Yan Wuxi's breath kept rising under the support of the Flowing Fire Knife, and in the blink of an eye, he had broken through the limit of the pseudo-emperor and was already a true emperor-level existence in terms of power alone.

"Turning yourself into a fireball, this is the trick to press the bottom of the box!" Wu Huan has a deep contempt, fighting alone with the help of spirit soldiers or something, it is no different from cheating, but Wu Huan himself doesn't want to think that he has a whole set of armor on his body.

Yan Wuxi's momentum became stronger and stronger, and the whole person completely turned into an eye of the wind, and the surrounding vitality was continuously absorbed, and the flames rose higher and higher, and the air was filled with fire-based vitality.

"Baizhan, can that trick be used?" Zhihai still asked Baizhan again.

"The limit is hundred, and it must not be exceeded!" After getting the affirmation of a hundred battles, a pair of eyes were shining, and the impact on the soul high level was really not in vain.

"Domain, up!" Wu Huan slowly retreated, and a low shout appeared outside the realm.

"I only want to open the realm now, it's too late!" Yan Wuxi's cold snort came from the depths of the sea of fire, and within a radius of a hundred miles, he was completely enveloped by his own momentum at this time, even if the Wuhuan Domain was completely opened, Yan Wuxi was sure to shatter it with one sword.

"The soul is intentional, the battle spirit is not extinguished, borrow the soldiers and the body, and the battle spirit returns!" Countless cyclones in the field were generated, and a handle of qi soldiers was condensed out, densely packed with no less than a thousand handles, crowding Wu Huan's entire domain, at this time, Wu Huan's mouth was full of words, and strange soul fluctuations swept across the four directions, and an indescribable aura began to diffuse.

"What's the use of just a soldier!" Yan Wuxi snorted coldly.

Wu Huan naturally didn't want to rely on these qi soldiers to compete with Yan Wuxi, who was so imposing at this time, and at this time, the mutation began.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

......

Suddenly, countless terrible and resolute roars full of sorrow echoed on the battlefield where there was only the sound of raging flames, and the word "kill" echoed in the sky.

The inexplicable shouting of killing was by no means made by the surrounding people, and everyone followed the source of the sound at the end of the only one Wuhuan, and the many qi soldiers beside him.

"Kill!"

......

Once again, people heard it, it was indeed coming from Wu Huan, but not from Wu Huan, but from the qi soldiers around him.

"Damn, what's that?"

At this moment, an illusory arm came out of the void, and suddenly held on top of an air soldier, a figure appeared next to the air soldier, and this was just the beginning, in the blink of an eye, Wu Huan was full of "people" standing next to him, and one phantom shadow or one hand or both hands tightly held those air soldiers, the wind howled, the sea of fire was churning, and in an instant, an extremely tragic aura filled the heavens and the earth.